TORAK
I took painstaking steps out of erotica asking myself again and again what devil gave me the idea of creating such a place, the only answer I got was the memories of my dark days.
Days when Torak Donovan was a bloody demon, who dance to the tone of Rodolfo Donovan's music, days I wanted so badly to bury deep inside the womb of the earth where no one will be able to dig them up, but that's as impossible as having the sun being brought down to earth, my son Cameron is a vivid reminder of her.
" Have been trying to get to you, Torak." I raise my head only to see Larry running to my direction with a horrific expression, " I left my phone in the.." "No time for that!" He cut me off, grabbed my hand and started pulling me to the basement. " What's the problem? Why are you like this." I ask, stunned by his action. " I just got a message from the castle, master Ryan, lady Nora and master Cameron just left for the castle, to welcome the supreme Grand Master, you are the only one missing,
